I stand on the weighing scale of life, concentrating on my dreams, goals, ambitions, and all the people that I am fighting for.
I stand in the blizzard of hardships, the bitter weather crushing me down with all its force and weight.
Now, it remains to be seen, if my willpower weighs more, or the adversities that I face end up being heavier…
Word Count: 63
Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 157
The pool looked alluring under the clear starry skies, catching the fancy of all eyes that gazed upon it.
I knew that no one would refuse an invitation to a party at my pool, simply because of its legendary reputation: The Helen among pools, if I may call it so.
A pity that the reputation would get tarnished soon, but then again, I think its a fair exchange for the elimination of all my business rivals through a quick electrocution…
The Kents were driving by the fields in their truck, enjoying the starry skies, and each other’s company.
A rocket ship crashed next to the truck, veering the kents off course, ending their joyride in a burst of flames.
The little baby in the rocket ship grew up to be Superman..but never Clark Kent!
Prompt:
Find the prequels here:
Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire
Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots
Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out
Now the story continues…
The three kids stepped into the woods in the fading sunlight.
Roger lead the way, followed by Kye and Gary. The trio were on a quest to retrieve their ball. The fading umbrage of the trees worried Gary. The sun was setting, and he knew that navigating the intricate forest paths in the dark, was going to be a task. It would be difficult even with the mini flash light he was carrying. As they went deeper, a fog began settling around the trees. It remained static, refusing to clear away. The three kids bravely held their nerves. Until they heard sounds coming from the fog.
They resembled the sound made by cheese graters…
(Find the next part here – Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2)
Word Count: 135
Prompts:
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #10
The siblings were playing joyously in the shallow water, as their parents sat back on the golden beach sand, enjoying a beautiful setting sun.
When the little kids noticed a drowning man in the sea, they called out to their parents and pointed in the direction, only in time to see the man’s head disappearing.
The worried family frantically called out to the life guards, pointing out the emergency, without realizing that they had not witnessed a drowning, they had witnessed Aquaman’s return to the ocean…
Word Count: 86
Prompt:
He sat there everyday, against the wall that showcased his life’s work, his passion, his art.
He would smile back politely at the passers by who would shower him with praises and flowery words.
He smiled at how their actions failed to respect their words, as the number of paintings on the wall greatly outnumbered the money notes in his wallet…
Prompt:
If you enjoy writing flash fiction, why not participate in the Wacky Weekend Challenge?
It will be good fun! 😉
Now on to the story…
They were all tall, all not corpulent in the slightest, all bright, all waving in the air, but most of all, they were all yellow.
They stood much higher than the ground, zooming around in the air, with a smile on their face, in an attempt to make humans laugh and spread happiness.
The humans as detrimental as ever, captured the yellow aliens and bound them with ropes, and yet, the smiles never vanished from their yellow faces…
Word Count: 80
Prompts:
Every year, on the night before Christmas, the amusement park would come alive in all its splendor – the fun rides, the bright lights and the festive music would all resume.
The chortling of the kids as they sat on the merry-go-round, the whees from the ferris wheel, and the general excited banter of children would liven up an otherwise silent night.
The amusement park would become a striking image of itself, reliving its memories of the time of the night before Christmas those many years ago, the night of the great fire which burned down the park…
Word Count: 98
Prompt:
The queen butterfly made her way to the nectar, flying in dizzying circles.
She flapped her large wings, gracefully displaying the intricate spotted pattern on them.
She sucked on the sweet nectar of the human brain, her favorite kind of food.
Prompt:
It came suddenly, without any warning, giving no chance to our terrestrial brethren, those poor souls which did not have gifts like ours were wiped out instantly.
I don’t know how it happened, but the towering waves came crashing upon our world, submerging it in water.
It has been days without food and rest for us now, on our search to find a new home, any place that survived this aquatic apocalypse…
Word Count: 72
Prompt:
The Dark Netizen 